I received my diagnosis of Triple Positive Invasive Ductal Carcinoma on a Friday the 13th in September 2019. I hate horror flicks. This just gave me even more of a reason. I mean seriously? Friday the 13th? Nice touch. I went to the Oncologist (Cancer Doc) and Breast Surgeon appointments my Nurse Navigator had made for me. I got the warm fuzzy feels I was hoping for from the Oncologist when we met September 17th. She was a little quirky and had a youthful disposition. In the patient exam room was a huge whiteboard on one wall and she began scribbling all over it laying out my options in her opinion. At this point I had only had a mammogram, ultrasound and biopsy of my tumor. It was being classified as Grade 2 out of 3. I was told they no longer like to "stage" them this early on which is the label people are most familiar with. This was my first appointment and I was in plan mode. I hung on her every word as I diligent wrote what she said down in my notebook. Yes, I bought a ...